Chapter 3 - The Vault of Bloodlines
By midnight, the emergency surgical wing of the Thorne Medical Center was under full lockdown by private security personnel.
Marcus sat in the dark waiting room, his tuxedo jacket discarded on the floor, his hands covered in dried blood that didn't belong to him.
The heavy double doors swung open, and Dr. Vance walked out, his surgical mask hanging loosely around his neck.
“The baby is stable for now, Marcus, but the next twenty-four hours will determine if she has to go into an emergency premature delivery,” the doctor said grimly.
Marcus stood up slowly, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked violently underneath his eye.
“Where is Isabella?” Marcus asked, his voice completely devoid of any human warmth.
“She’s currently locked in the executive boardroom with our corporate legal team, trying to negotiate a non-disclosure agreement through her father’s firm,” Vance replied, sliding a black flash drive across the coffee table.
“The security footage is on this drive, Marcus, but that’s not the only thing the cameras caught tonight.”
“Before Isabella entered the suite, she was on the phone with your head of logistics, Arthur Vance, discussing a secondary bank transfer into a Swiss account.”
Marcus took the flash drive, his fingers tightening around the metal casing until his knuckles turned completely white.
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He realized the attack in the hospital room wasn't just a fit of romantic jealousy from a desperate socialite.
It was a distraction designed to keep him away from the corporate servers while his empire was being hollowed out from the inside.
